For his muse
he chose the blond model
from Austria.
Her ribs
surfacing beneath sheer skin
like a bone glockenspiel.
Each chime the same, fragile
waiting to be felt
by an artist.
who understood
the rhythmic fast, reasons
to starve and serve
a need that became
her song.
Her Om
to the body perfect,
her syllable
of being.
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